Shen Jieyi carefully noticed that something was wrong with the mood of the person next to him, and there was a faint smile in his eyes: "Are you jealous?"
Yuanwei pretended to be cold and cool: "No."
"Then I will continue to care about him."
Yuanwei's hands immediately used force to hold Shen Jiu tightly in his arms, his eyes as dark as a deep pool: "You dare!"
The drunken laughter was clear and sweet, "Why don't you dare? Why don't you dare?"
It's not meant to be provocative.
After picking up Shen Jiu, Yuanwei walked into the house and held him down. He was full of threats: "Then I will make you tired and unable to walk."
The sword on Yuan Tail's waist swayed.
Shen Yu took a look and saw what he found. He grabbed the sword by the tail and stroked it carefully.
"Little tail?" Shen Jun made this move and said this.
Yuanwei stood up awkwardly, but he would not refuse Shen Jue and still held his sword, so he stood dryly.
Therefore, Shen Jun also discovered that today's mandarin tail was a bit special.
The color of today's clothes is gray-white and yet black, which is particularly vibrant. Unlike the pure black clothes of the past, you can't tell whether they are dirty or not.
Shen Jun even wanted to make fun of Lao Gong's previous dressing style. If the mandarin tail were darker, he might not be able to see the mandarin tail in the dark.
"You have a really good figure, with chest and waist." Shen Jun analyzed thoroughly, "You're so handsome, he deserves to be my veteran."
Yuanwei listened to the advice of the children in the courtyard and dressed younger when he appeared in front of Shen Jun. He really got praise from Shen Jun, and he couldn't help but smile a little wider.
"Young butter boy, with these charming brackets and mandarin tail, you will finally smile at me."
The straight man with a mandarin tail retorted: "I have smiled at you many times, but you didn't pay attention."
"My fault?" Shen Jiu stretched out his foot and lightly kicked the mandarin duck's tail.
He held the mandarin duck's tail and went all the way up the ankle, then pressed the person down, looking like he was drunk and wanted to eat.
"It hurts, it hurts, let go." He suddenly gasped drunkenly.
Yuanyuanwei panicked, "Where does it hurt?"
"Let go!" Shen Jun pinched Yuanwei's face, which was also the softest and easiest part of Yuanwei's body to pinch. As much as it hurt, he would squeeze Yuanwei harder.
Yuanwei put Shen Ji down gently, then lifted Shen Ji up and leaned against the couch, carefully asking, "Where does it hurt?"
Angrily, he let go of the mandarin duck tail and hugged his chest, "How can it hurt? You are not restrained!"
Yuanwei was stunned at that moment, and when he reacted, his face was straightened, and he didn't know what to say, but the tips of his ears were quietly turning red: "I'm sorry."
He just wanted to...
"Come here." Shen Jun patted the place next to him.
Yuanwei is subconsciously well-behaved.
This scene is very familiar.
Shen Yue took the initiative to get into his arms and said softly: "Rub your waist for me."
"Yeah." Yuanwei's technique can't be said to be good, but he paid great attention to observing Shen Jiu. If he felt uncomfortable, relax his strength. If he didn't feel uncomfortable, he would slowly increase the strength.
Shen Jiu was already a little drowsy. If it hadn't been for the voice outside the door of his biological brother, whom he had not seen for eight hundred years.
"Hello brother, I wonder if brother has any free time. My brother Shen Yang wants to talk to him." Shen Yang saluted outside.
The door slowly opened, and the first person he saw was not his arrogant and dissolute brother, but a handsome man he didn't recognize.
Then Shen Jue came out and said, "What's the matter?"
This Shen Yang was at the edge of the city, begging Shen Jun for money and his own efforts to build a fish pond.
It may be that the sea king was not skilled enough, and even though the fish didn't grow very big, the whole army was wiped out. The fishy smell made the people nearby miserable.